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| Monday, June 25, 2007 |
| Touchdowned! |
It is warm and humid in Singapore. Just perfectly warm and humid. I have been here since 5.15 local time - almost three hours - and, having settled into the hotel & decided the restaurant isn't offering anything I want to eat, I now find myself bored enough to want to be wandering but not brave enough to wander about alone. So far I have met a pair of tailors who want to sell me a custom-made suit, one of whom was quite happy to instigate a ten-minute conversation about Adelaide. So I am sitting in a tiny little shop across the courtyard from the hotel, having paid my two Singapore dollars for half an hour of internet access, and feeling terribly bold for being out of the hotel ON MY OWN - in direct contravention of my mother's instructions, which were to catch a taxi straight to the hotel & go to my room & stay there. Well, alright, I might be exaggerating a little tiny bit on the last part, but it was definately implied. Half my problem - aside from being justifiably cautious about wandering the streets of a foreign country as an unaccompanied woman - is that I just plain don't know where to go! I'm well acquainted with my substandard ability to navigate in an unknown landscape, and I don't particularly fancy finding myself down a dark alley at night without any idea which way to go to get back to the hotel. So, again, I'm sitting next to a shelf of Custard Cream biscuits (also available in Orange Cream and Banana Cream), typing general blather in an effort to take up a little more time before I give in and eat at the Nepalese restaurant a couple of doors down. The hotel opens on to a sort of court, you see, with a few little shops around the edges. The Nepalese restaurant has momos. Mmm, momos. What I really want is satays, but for satays I would need to find a satay stall - and I did mention the strong likelihood of becoming lost, didn't I.
The flight across was smooth and pleasant, and I sat by the window. Next to me were a mother-and-son travelling together: Kosta and Doula. No prizes for guessing where they were headed. They were friendly and nice and chatty without being intrusive, and Kosta happily fetched my bag down from the overhead locker halfway through the flight. I had to fill out the immigration form four times on the way out of Adelaide - two got scrapped because I couldn't spell my own name, and one because I signed with the wrong signature. Idiot. There were no queues at immigration or customs, either on the departure or the arrival end. I caught a shuttle bus from the airport to the hotel, and my ENORMOUS SUITCASE almost didn't fit. I forgot my digital still camera - but I did remember to pack my digital video camera, which also takes still shots, so even though it doesn't have a flash I do still at least get to take some piccies.
Well - that's it for me for now, I think. Momo time, baby. |
posted by Ata @ 9:31 pm  |
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You have more than one signature? Oho.
Travelling Ata is fun, I didn't think you'd be updating at all. How long are you there for? I know you've mentioned it probably a dozen times, but my memory completely sucks today.
Have fun!
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You have more than one signature? Oho.
Travelling Ata is fun, I didn't think you'd be updating at all. How long are you there for? I know you've mentioned it probably a dozen times, but my memory completely sucks today.
Have fun!